Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid: Bodhi Casts a Mirror Heart

Chapter 38 Yifang Folds the Lotus (21)
"It's just that I came out to relax, so there is no need to be so formal." The emperor suddenly shifted his attention and asked, "Where is the musician with the best piano skills, can you invite him to come out for fun?"

"Well, I just let her go at the Hejin Ferry." Minqing's piano skills are still not as good as Duan Yuerong's. I dare not make mistakes, so I swallowed, "It's better next time, I will be Your Majesty." Call it."

The emperor let out an oh, and smiled at me inscrutablely, looking at my phoenix eyes so clear and clear, it made me feel hairy for no reason.He waved the Shu brocade dragon sleeve robe, and said backwards: "Then please ask the king to play a song! Lan Sheng."

I was surprised to see a young monk walk in, followed by a big black dog.This is the first time I have met him since the Dark Palace.He was dressed in plain monk robes, with a calm expression on his face.He glanced at me without wave, and didn't salute the emperor, but just made a promise.

The big black dog ran over excitedly, licked my hand vigorously, and then growled at the emperor.I was afraid that the Holy Majesty would stew it, so I sat down holding it.Fortunately, the Holy One just glanced at the black dog and smiled slightly.

Long ago, Shen Changzong brought a Guqin with black and oily broken patterns, and elegantly dropped a sapphire pendant with plum blossoms and plum blossoms in the title of a crane.Lan Sheng didn't talk too much, he brushed his plain robe, sat in front of the desk, raised his plain hands slightly, and the wonderful sound of the piano flowed out, it was actually a song "Long Xiangshou".

I couldn't help but be fascinated by the sound of winding beams curling above the blue waves.Looking out of the corner of the eye, the emperor had closed his phoenix eyes and fell asleep.

I saw that he was wearing a little thin, so I took the ferret cape next to him and put it on him lightly.

Just as he was about to retreat quietly, he saw Lan Sheng's peach-blossom eyes fixed on the Holy Majesty's Adam's Apple, with murderous intent gradually.I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, afraid that Shen Changzong would kill Lan Sheng, so I laughed in a low voice: "Lan Sheng plays really well, please pass me that plate of jade cake."

When Lan Sheng heard my voice, he slowly moved his eyes towards me, the murderous look in his eyes gradually disappeared, then lowered his eyes, and slowly handed me a plate of jade cake.

I thanked him with a smile, picked a bright red peach and put it in front of him, walked over to him with another cup of buttermilk tea, sat beside him and said softly: "The weather is getting colder, please drink this, master." Warm your stomach."

Lan Sheng looked at me with slightly perplexed eyes.He calmed down, and we quietly admired the starry sky for a while.

The emperor woke up leisurely.The emperor tonight is more like an ordinary old man than a ninety-five-year-old. He looked at us and said hoarsely: "I just dreamed about your mother."

I looked at Lan Sheng, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if hiding some emotion.So the Holy Majesty recognized Lan Sheng's mother?Maybe it was another romantic case back then.

The Holy Majesty stood up, walked to the window lattice, looked at the meteors flashing away in the sky, and sighed somewhat obscurely: "It turns out that she doesn't blame me anymore."

I thought to myself, the question here is, why did she blame you?
It was already the third watch when the Holy Majesty got up and drove back to the palace. He smiled lightly at me and said: "For so many years, every Qixi Festival, I think of Mei Xiang, and often can't sleep at night."

"I have more memories tonight, but they are all good memories. I haven't thought of her beautiful smile on Qixi Festival for a long time, and it's strange that she still sleeps so soundly." His phoenix eyes flashed with obsession and happiness, He smiled and said, "Thank you Mujin for bringing me a wonderful and interesting night."

I promise to say yes.At this time, when the sky was getting ugly, he picked up the golden cup and took another sip of Fengxiang, but I felt a little cold, so I took a sip of the warm buttermilk tea and felt my whole body warmer.But he heard him laughing and asked again: "Can this boat be named?"

I shook my head and said no, and he said with great interest: "Then let's name it 'Nian Yi Fang', and the pickled melons of Ah Yun and the others can also be suitable for the scene."

(End of this chapter)